He was your superior. Ghost had to take you out to the shooting range to evaluate your skills.

You managed to hit every target right in the middle in each shot. Ghost didnt expect this, and he smirked under his mask when he watched.

“Damn, rookie.”

He gave you a reassuring pat on the back.

“You’ve got skills, I’ll give you that. You did a good job.”

His praise made you smile, butterflies forming in your stomach. Why did the Lieutenant make you feel like this?